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(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Angels

Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
from Hogtown to Guymon with a pint of
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  • John Vincent (3/17/2014 4:53:00 PM)

    I adore words that sing, but this is magical. I just laugh and repeat. That last line...thank you Mr Fairchild.

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  • Michael Morgan (3/17/2014 8:31:00 AM)

    Magnificent poem; suspenseful narrative, irony, gorgeous packaging, important idea, American idiom; great 'twist'. What more do you need MM

  • J. River (3/16/2012 2:49:00 AM)

    Hey man, nice write. I got chills when the angels showed up :)

  • Martin O'Neill (3/6/2012 8:33:00 AM)

    This reminds me of the style of Tom Waits in Frank's wild Years. Erudite, touching and perfectly observed.

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